Eamon sighed softly as he picked up the wash cloth and proceeded to walk towards him.
Of course he was trying to use his antics to escape. Clever dragon but Eamon wasn't about to fall for them.
This dragon was a fine male specimen but he was a man and there was no way he was falling for any of his tricks...
Right?
The question sounded doubtful in his mind as he watched the dragon lick his lower lip in a slow motion that had him momentarily dazed.
Eamon wanted to curse out loud as his eyes travelled back to look at the dragon that was smiling knowingly.
His jaw was tight as he continued to wipe the dirt off the rugged terrain of his abdomen.
This dragon was heavily built with muscles that were way bigger than those of the average man.
Eamon tried to ignore the detail but standing so close to this man made it difficult to.
As if sensing his inner turmoil, Valerion spoke.